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Most people who would see Mirja would think that she was the kind of person that had no idea what she was doing when it came to anything that wasn't punching Hollows. But that was not true, as it turned out. Mirja was a girl that knew how to unwind and relax, to have a good time when it was needed. And nowhere was it easier to relax and unwind than in Ayuka Wagama. Such a funny name, but a great place. Small fishing village exploded into an improbable paradise on Earth, considering the way the Earth had been ravaged constantly over the years.

Mirja herself was incredibly surprised every minute she spent wandering around the place. She was still wearing her Shunshakusho, and wielding her Zanpaktou, but tried to walk about the place looking cute. Her wolf tail and ears made that a lot easier, however. She was drawing eyes aplenty, and when she went to one of the many food stores to buy something to eat, the guy could not take his eyes off her, which was kind of bad when he burned his hand on the stove, which led to him backing into a rack, and falling to the ground in a string of super bad luck.

Cringing at the mess she had inadvertantly caused, Mirja retreated hastily to go to the park, and just hang out in the sun. Her clothes did not come down far enough to hide the scar on her thigh, and that drew some eyes even after they had finished staring at her tail. It seemed in this Idylic place, some people thought that scars were bad news, because that meant the person got into fights, and fights were bad, and this place did not have fighting, no sir. Or something to that effect.

Mirja smirked softly at the barely hidden looks of disgust. She wondered how they would react to the rest of her scars, if they were so negetive to this single one. But, that went to the back of her mind. For now, she was here to have fun.

The sun was blazing. It was hot. It was unpleasant. Azela hated it, upon the other many things in the world. She was never able to fully grasp why the sun had to be a thing, or why it had to make life so miserable. She just ended on the conclusion that it just did, or it was something that just happens. Mind you this was an answer she had made when she was about 5 years old, how her current situation reminded her of this? She would never know.

Her destination was the park, a public place and a great location for shade. She couldn't take much more of the heat, but in reality it was something she could bare at the moment. She wanted to be somewhere where people would want to start a fight with her, seeing as how being a Vizard was somewhat looked down on by other people. It was honestly disgusting how people treated others just because they're different, or hold more power that them. She would never understand how people thought, because she honestly didn't know what she was thinking half of the time.

Once Azela arrived at the park she came across a girl that had the structure of a giant. Though her height had nothing on her other features, the most obvious one being that this person was sporting a tail along with many scars. By instinct, she could tell that this girl was a fighter, and a good one too. Nobody could have that many scars and not be broken in some way, mentally or physically. Just the thought of this made her want to speak to the girl, and that she set out to do.

Slowly, Azela approached the girl and reached for her tail. Azela wasn't really one for introductions and rather preferred to jump right into conversation. "So, what's up with the tail? And the scars? You like some badass neko?"

Mirja was having fun with a person. She wasn't talking to them, or anything like that, no she was staring at them with silver eyes, and even a smile that showed off her sharp, vicious fangs. The guy was frozen in horror, unable to run away, until to look away, just stood there. Until, Beowulf's voice came into her mind. Hvit, Iko, and Beowulf were always in the back of her mind but when they addressed her personally it was something that was brought to her attention.'There is someone approaching you, Mirja. I don't know their intentions' he warned. Mirja was glad she had Beowulf's eyes. It protected her from quite a bit over her life.

Looking to the person who was approaching, she swished her tail out of reach of her hand, and then moved it back to stroke the girl's face tenderly with it, if oncoming wolf tail wasn't something instinctively dodged."Okami, actually. And if you think my thigh and forehead make me badass, then just wait till I get you back to my home tonight. I'll give you a nice view of the rest of them before I tie you to my bed" She teased. The girl seemed confident, which meant Mirja had to be even more confident to beat her confidence with super confidence. It was a war of Confidence, and she was not going to lose.

"So, you are the only person who hasn't actively fled my very presence. Must mean you are a random encounter. Or maybe a Boss Mob. Will you be mine when I defeat you in glorious turn based combat?" She teased, making a very broad smile as she suggested the crazy idea of fighting for ownership. But, that was Mirja.

It turned out that the girl was quite a tease, something that didn't really mind Azela. She's had her fair share of creeps and perverts back in her day, but never a woman. This could end up to be interesting if she happened to play her cards right, but card games weren't something she frequents so she might just end up losing.

"Wow, at least take me out dinner first. Though, I'd love to see what you could do me. You seem as if you could show a girl a good time." She shot a cheerful smile the girl's way and reached for the okami's tail. "Has anyone ever told you your tail is really soft?" If the girl let her touch it, she would use both of her hands to stroke up and down the tail. What she said wasn't exactly a lie: the tail was really soft, she knew from when it went across her face earlier.

"Looking at your clothes... you're a Shinigami right? The sword was kind of a dead giveaway, or at least people like to tell me the same thing." Azela then proceeded to take out her own Zanpakutō, the sun beaming off of the gold located all over the sword and sheath. "I'm gonna guess your from Gotei, right? Or am I wrong?"

Mirja was certainly a tease, stroking the girl's face with her tail and then whipping it away before she could feel it up, with a metronome finger to add to the taunting."Att-ta-taa. You can't touch my tail just like that. Gotta beat me in glorious turn based combat, Boss-chan" she teased, grinning broadly. "However, if it is dinner you are after, I can do one better. I'll not take you out for dinner, but cook it for you personally, if you come home with me. I don't exactly carry an oven and supplies in my cleavage, as helpful as that might be. And yes, people who are allowed to touch it have mentioned that fact" she said, before cocking her head softly.

The Girl knew about Shinigami. Which wasn't a massive thing, everyone did these days, but could actively spot one on sight and had no qualms calling one out. It seemed the reason behind this was, as the girl produced her Zanpaktou, that she was a Shinigami as well. How very interesting. "Well, I used to be a Shinigami. But, then I got a friend and sort of retired" She explained, placing a hand on Beowulf and manifesting the spirit inside. Every shinigami who had achieved their Bankai could manifest their spirit for a short while, so this was just some wordless ego she was doing right now, but that was no problem for her at all. The massive sun-blocking form of Beowulf nodded politely, looked around at the people letting out cries of alarm or straight up fear, and then dematerialized back into the sword.

"So, dinner at my place, or epic turn based combat? I'll provide the music, and we can get down to the nitty-gritty eight hour fight with us both flinging around the whole 'this is not my final form' thing a dozen times a piece"

"Sorry brave hero, but your level isn't high enough for this boss fight. Try again later. But I'll take you up on that dinner offer though." Food sounded good, really good right now. She hasn't had anything to eat since yesterday, perks of being homeless and unemployed. And as if on cue, her stomach protruded a loud noise, loud enough that people down the block could faintly hear it.

"Actually.... mind if we make that lunch instead?" She tried to laugh off her stomach's roar, pretending as if it had never happened. "Oh, since you're gonna treat me, guess I should at least introduce myself: my name is Azela Kochi, of the Vizard Corps. Pleased to meet you, sexy wolf girl." She bowed, purposely going forward so that the girl would be able to see down her shirt and her breast were mere inches from her face. It was something she liked to do a lot. Most of the time people get really awkward, acting as if they hadn't saw anything in which she would constantly tease them some more, other times people would point out that her breasts were in their face. She didn't really care for either, but she did wonder how her new friend would react. At least she could get a laugh out of it, no matter what her response was.

Mirja recoiled at the idea that her level was not high enough, and scoffed, clearly confident in her own powers."I'll have you know I have farmed mobs for a long time. I've got exp for days! Plus, what are autosaves for, other than starting a fight with the boss to gauge their difficulty?" She teased, before shrugging. "But, fine, if you want to hide behind your perceived superior level, then I shall make you such a dinner such that you will never want me to leave. Bwuha,hahah,ha" her evil manic laugh lacked a distinct manic nature, and was much more restrained than it should be, as well as split into three parts rather than one long part.

She then looked down at the loud stomach for a few seconds, and then back up to the girl with fierce eyes. Almost taking offense to her hunger. The girl introduced herself, but that seemed to become a nonissue, as was the tits in her face. Usually Mirja would reach out for a quick nibble, so as always to be number one in the awkwardness, but she had changed considerably upon hearing that the girl was quite the hungry little kitten.

"I'm going to pick you up now. It'll be faster" she said, moving to indeed pick the girl up, without waiting for any kind of permission, and if she was allowed to pick Azela up, or the girl did not up up sufficent resistance, she would crouch down and blast off, kicking up a cloud of dust. It was not a Flash Step, she would literally launch herself into the air off sheer muscle power alone. She would generally avoid such a show of her overbearing might, but this was an incredibly important situation right here and now.

When she was picked up, Azela couldn't help but scream. Though she was a relatively light girl, picking her up was no mere feat. Not only that, but it was a surprise to her when the wolf decided to leap into the air. Azela wasn't one for heights; she didn't like them but she didn't really hate them either. She was in awe, never has she seen someone jump this high just on pure lower body strength alone.

She decided not to struggle against the wolf girl; being submissive was something she was used to. Also because she didn't want to fall from the height she was currently, as it would most likely kill her. Whilst traveling she felt a slight breeze, soon realizing that it was the wind blowing up her skirt.

"I... uh... do you think you can probably put me down? I love the kind gesture and all, but I can walk. I also don't want the whole city to see my underwear." Azela wasn't normally one to blush, but for obvious reasons she was bow. She was constantly trying to hold her skirt down, but the wind was too strong for her. Wouldn't have been the first time though.

The girl screamed, and Mirja found it incredibly cute. Sure, she'd admit getting picked up and then the person who did the picking launched herself several hundred meters away from the point she had been picked up was a scary thing, and it deserved a scream, but that was the nail in the coffin for Mirja, who had been wondering how much she wanted to keep this girl, or just play around a little. She also mentioned something about a Vizard corps, and that could really help for Hvit, but right now, Mirja wanted to keep the girl, not the company or corps she was attached to.

Eventually falling to the ground, Mirja bent her knees and crouched more than she would normally need, to make sure she absorbed the shock from the landing, and so Azela would feel little more than a judder from the landing. And then, the girl asked to be put down, because the city was seeing her underwear. It was her fault for wearing a skirt, after all, but she didn't say that."Don't worry, we will be out of the city very soon" Mirja replied, looking to make sure she was on the straight she was aiming for, and nodding. Now it was just a direct line out of town, and less than ten minutes to her house, at Mirja Velocity, anyway. She didn't really give a thought as to wither Azela could handle Mirja Velocity, but that was by the by. She seemed confident of herself, but Mirja's subtle probing while holding her didn't reveal any great muscles or skin density.

Mirja wasn't going to tell her that she thought herself very overleveled for this boss fight, and instead decided to let Azela figure it out herself."Hang on, darling" She said, standing up and then pushing off and sprinting out of the city, reaching sub-sonic speeds and getting into a nice rhythm so she could maintain it. The surroundings would pass by in a blur, but Mirja seemed to know exactly were she was going, and had the spacial awareness not to hit anything. Despite not telling the girl, she might be able to notice this was one battle she'd need to level a bit more before attempting.

Azela shook as if there was an earthquake when the wolf chick had landed. It was amazing that her legs could take the force, let alone get her up to that height in the first place. It was almost as if she was flying; flying wasn't uncommon but still pretty impressive. The girl also seemed oddly serious, Azela was no longer seeing the flirty girl from earlier but instead a girl with a goal in mind. It was actually kind of hot.

"So, I think you can tackle this boss. But there's just one problem: the boss is hungry for a certain sexy wolf girl. Do you think you can satisfy this boss?" She once returned back to the boss analogy, something she also found hot about said girl. Rarely did Azela ever sleep around, but there something to this girl that Azela couldn't help but want inside of her. Perhaps this is what people called Lust.

As the girl took off once more, Azela wrapped her arms around the girl's neck. The world around her was flashing by way to fast for her to even guess where she currently was, so she could only trust that the girl knew where she was going.